For this thread, find 10 examples of figurative language in Out of the Dust. Write the page number and what kind of figurative language it is (hyperbole, personification, simile, metaphor).
Example: 1. page 55: "She was bare as a pear" (simile)
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1. P.3 and cheekbones like bicycle handles.-Simile
2. P.4 from a cancer that ate up the most of his skin,-Personification
3. P.4 a ways south of here,and a whole world apart-Hyperbole
4. P.5 And Ma,with only Great-uncle Floyd,old as ancient Indian bones,-Simile
5. P.5 as mean as a rattler,-Simile
6. P.6 Mr.Ronny swore he'd had more rabbiit trouble than anyone in Cimarron County.-Hyperbole
7. P.9 Now Livie's gone west,out of the dust,-Hyperbole
8. P.9 where the wind take a rest sometimes-Personification
9. P.10 She 's an old mule on the subject of my schooling.-Metaphor
10. P.11 twice as good as a plowboy has any right to be-Simile
By Jeff Lee
1. p.55 That quarter inch of rain did wonders for my Ma, too, who is ripe as a melon these days.-simile
2. p.56 My dazzling ma, round and ripe and striped like a melon.-simile
3. p.58 Thin as a fence rail.-simile
4. p.59 his legs like willow limbs, his arms like reeds.-simile
by anny ( part 1 )
Simile:
p.5-Great-Uncle Floyd, oldas ancient Indian bones.
p.13-Right hamd playing notes sharp as tongues.
Metaphor:
p.33-His tears would had been mud, too.
p.61-Suddenly Ma, was a column of fire.
Hyperbole:
p.83-During the Great War we fed the world.
Personification:
p.13-The music springs straight out of me.
p.31-I heard the wind rise, and stumbledfrom my bed.
p.31-The dust came, tearing up fields where the winter wheat. set for harvest in June, stood helpless.
P.33-The wind snatched that snow right off the field.
p.79-Smoke choked everything in its path.
by*David
#1
1."He wasn't more thansixteen. Thin as a fence rail."-p.58, simile
2."his legs like willow limbs, his arms like reeds."-p.59, simile
3."and hope rises daily, like sap in a stem."-p.59, simile
4."suddenly Ma, was a column of fire."-p.61, metaphor
5."Dust crept inside my ears, up my nose, down my throat."-p.63, personification
1. P.84 such a sorrow doesn't come suddenly, there are a thousand steps to take---personification + hyperbole.
2. P.84 sorrow climbs up our front steps---personification.
3. p.75trees will break the wind.---personification
4. p.59 his legs like willow limbs, his arms like reeds---simile
5. p.81 my stomach grizzled as i made my way through the dark---simile
6. p.81 it blossomed at night, when the sun couldn't scorch it.--- personification.
7. p.58 thin as a fence rail.---simile.
8. p.56 My dazzling ma, round and ripe and striped like a melon.---simile
9. P.9 where the wind take a rest sometimes---Personification
10. P.10 She 's an old mule on the subject of my schooling.---Metaphor
1. P.3 cheekbones like bicycle handles.-simile
2. p.5 Great-Uncle Floyd, oldas ancient Indian bones.-simile
3. P.6 Mr.Ronny swore he'd had more rabbiit trouble than anyone in Cimarron County.-hyperbole
4. P.9 where the wind take a rest sometimes-personification
5. P.11 twice as good as a plowboy has any right to be-simile
6. p.13 The music springs straight out of me.-simile
7. p.31 The dust came, tearing up fields where the winter wheat.-simile
8. P.33 The wind snatched that snow right off the field.-simile
9. p.79 Smoke choked everything in its path.-simile
10. p.81 when the sun couldn't scorch it.-personification.
simile:
1.P55 She was bare as a pear.
2.P56 My dazzling ma, round and ripe and striped like a melon.
3.P58 thin as a fence rail.
4.P59 like sap in a stem
5.P64 like someone shrieking
6.P64 The wind roared like fire.
7.P66 She smells like scorched meat.
8.P75 he's stubborn as sod.
Personification:
9.P81 when the sun couldn't scorch it.
10.P79 Smoke choked everything in its path.
1)p.83-During the Great War we fed the world. -hyperbole
2)p.81-My stomach grizzled as I made my way through the dark. -simile
3)p.63-Dust crept inside my ears, up my nose, down my throat. -personification
4)p.31-Or flatten, or blow away, like bits of cast-off rags. - simile
5)p.32-It wasn't until the dust turned toward the house, like a fired locaomtive. -simile
6)p.46-Bringing a red dust like prairie fire. -simile
7)p.58-Thin as a fence rail. -simile
8)p.59-His legs like willow limbs. -simile
9)p.59-His arms like reeds. -simile
10)P.59-And hope rises daily, like sap in a stem. -simile
11)p.64-The wind roared like fire. -simile
12)p.66-She smells like scorched meat. -simile
~ Claire :D
1. p.58-He wasn't more than
sixteen. Thin as a fence rail.-simile
2. p.59-his legs like willow limbs, his arms like reed.-simile
3. p.61-suddenly Ma, was a column or fire.-mataphor
4. p.62-I thought I might be swallowed by the heat-personification
5. p.63-Dust crept inside my ears, up my nose, down my throat.-personification
6. p.64-The wind roared like fire.-simile
7. p.66-She smells like scorched meat.-simile
8. p.68-It whirred like a thousand engines.-simile
9. p.75-My father will stay, no matter what, he's stubborn as sod.-simile
10. p.81-The blossom opened at midnight, big as a dinner plate.-simile
~Chelsea
1.P.3-cheekbones like bicycle handles..-simile
2.P.6-Mr.Ronny swore he'd had more rabbiit trouble than anyone in Cimarron County..-hyperbole
3.P.9-where the wind takes a rest sometimes.
4.P.10-She 's an old mule on the subject of my schooling.-metaphor
5.P.11-twice as good as a plowboy has any right to be-simile
6.P26-Daddy looks like a fight brewing.-similie
7.P41-her anger, simmering over like a pot in an empty kitchen,-similie
8.P.58-Thin as a fence rail.-similie
9.P.59-his legs like wilow limbs, his arms like reeds.-similie
10.P.63-Dust crept inside my ears, up my nose, down my throat.-personification
1. P.9 where the wind takes a test sometimes.(Personification)
2. P.13 playing notes sharp as tongues. (Simile)
3. P.14 How supremely heaven playing piano can be.(Simile)
4. P.17 He squinted as I creaked across the wooden floor.(Simile)
5. P.26 Daddy looks like a fight brewing (Simile)
6. P.30 Instead she makes me feel like she's just taking me in like I was so much flannel dry on the line. (1. P.9 where the wind takes a test sometimes.(Personification)
2. P.13 playing notes sharp as tongues. (Simile)
3. P.14 How supremely heaven playing piano can be.(Simile)
4. P.17 He squinted as I creaked across the wooden floor.(Simile)
5. P.26 Daddy looks like a fight brewing (Simile)
6. P.30 Instead she makes me feel like she's just taking me in like I was so much flannel dry on the line.(Simile)
7. P.31 I heard wind rise, and stumbled from my head(Personification)
8. P.31 lightning danced down on its spindly legs.(Personification)
9. P.31 flatten, or blow away, like bits of cast-off rags.(Simile)
10.P.32 It wasn't until the dust turned toward the house, like a fired locomotive.(Simile)
Benny ~
#2
6."and the piano broke into a hundred pieces"-p.64, hyperbole
7."She smells like scorched meat."-p.66, simile
8."Her body groaning there."-p.66, personification
9."It whirred like a thousand engines."-p.68, simile
10."he's stubborn as sod"-p.75, simile
1. Page 9 “where the wind takes a rest sometimes.” ~Personification
2. Page 32-“It wasn't until the dust turned toward the house, like a fired locomotive.” ~Simile
3. Page 59-“his legs like willow limbs, his arms like reed.” ~Simile
4. Page 59- “And hope rises daily, like sap in a stem.” ~Simile
5. Page 61-“suddenly Ma, was a column or fire.” ~Metaphor
6. Page 62-“I thought I might be swallowed by the heat.” ~Personification
7. Page 64-“The wind roared like fire.” ~Simile
8. Page 68-“It whirred like a thousand engines.” ~ Simile
9. Page 81-“when the sun couldn't scorch it.” ~Personification
10. Page 81-“My stomach grizzled as I made my way through the dark.” ~Simile
11. Page 83-“During the Great War we fed the world.” ~Simile
Tammy
1.p.3:...and cheekbones like bycicle handles.--Simile.
2.p.10:She 's an old mule on the subject of my schooling.--Metaphor
3.p.46:On Sunday, wind came, bringing red dust like prairie fire.--Simile.
4.61:...suddenly Ma, was a column of fire.--Metaphor.
5.p.62:Only then the pain came.--Personification.
6.p.63:Grit scratched my eyes, it cruched between my teeth. Sand chafed inside my clothes, against my skin. Dust crept inside my ears up my nose, down my throat.--Hyperbole & Personification.
7.p.63~64:, a torturedsound came from the piano, like someone shrieking.--Simile.
8.p.68:But the grasshoppers ate every leaf, they ate every pieceof fruit.--Hyperbole.
9.p.73:, empty but for a few withered stalks like the tufts on an old man's head.--Simile.
10.p.81:It took only moments to unfold.--Hyperbole.
#by Michael^-^
1.P.4 from a cancer that ate up the most of his skin.-Personification
2.P.9 where the wind take a rest sometimes-Personification
3.P.11 twice as good as a plowboy has any right to be-simile
4.p.13 The music springs straight out of me.-simile
5.p.31-Or flatten, or blow away, like bits of cast-off rags. - simile
6.p.46-Bringing a red dust like prairie fire. -simile
7.p.61-suddenly Ma, was a column or fire.-mataphor
8.p.75-My father will stay, no matter what, he's stubborn as sod.-simile
9.p.81 it blossomed at night, when the sun couldn't scorch it.-personification.
10. P.84 sorrow climbs up our front steps-personification
1.p.58 Thin as a fence rail-similie
2.p.59 His legs like willow limbs
3.p.62 I thought I might be swallowed by the heat-personification
4.p.63 I was coming home through a howling dust storm-personification
5.p.64 I hit the keys with my fist, and the piano broke into a hundred pieces.-hyperbole
6.p.75 Trees have never been at home here.-personification
7.p.76 but he is a stanger.
8.p.79 and smoke choke everything on its path.-pesonification
9.p.1.p.58 Thin as a fence rail-similie
2.p.59 His legs like willow limbs
3.p.62 I thought I might be swallowed by the heat-personification
4.p.63 I was coming home through a howling dust storm-personification
5.p.64 I hit the keys with my fist, and the piano broke into a hundred pieces.-hyperbole
6.p.75 Trees have never been at home here.-personification
7.p.76 but he is a stranger- metaphor
8.p.79 Smoke choked everything in its path.-personification
9.p.81 The blossom opened at midnight, big as a dinner plate.-simile
10.p.81 It blossomed at night, when the sun couldn't scorch it, when the wind was quiet.-personification
by Jeff Tsai
5. p.9 where the wind take a rest sometimes-Personification
6. P.10 She 's an old mule on the subject of my schooling.-Metaphor
7. p.13 telling stories while the smooth buttery rhythms back me up on the left.-Personification
8. p.31 lightning danced down on its spindly legs.-Personification
9. p.39 I look at Joe and know our future is during up and blowing away with the dust.-Personification
10. p.41 her anger, simmering over like a pot in an empty kitchen, boils itself down doing chores.-Personification + Simile
11. p.45 my breath is nothing but apple.-Metaphor
12. p.46 On sunday, winds came, bringing a red fire, hot and peppery, saering the inside of my nose,the whites of my eyes.-Personification + Simile
13. p.49 when the piano has a few keys soured by dust-Personification
14. p.81 It took only moments to unfold.-Hyperbole
15. p.83 During the Great War we fed the world.-Hyperbole
anny ( part 2 )
1. page 58: "He wasn't more than sixteen. Thin as a fence rail." (simile)
2. page 59: "his legs like willow limbs, his arms like reeds." (simile)
3. page 66: "She smells like scorched meat." (simile)
4. page 66: "I wish the dust would plug my ears so I couldn't hear her." (hyperbole)
5. page 68: "It whirred like a thousand engines. (simile)
6. page 75: "My father will stay, no matter what, he's stubborn as sod." (simile)
7. page 80: "a thousand things I haven't looked at in years." (hyperbole)
8. page 81: "The blossom opened at midnight, big as a dinner plate." (simile)
9. page 3: "and cheekbones like bicycle handles." (simile)
10. page 60: "suddenly Ma, was a column of fire." (metaphor
1. P.59 his legs like willow limbs, his arms like reeds - simile
2. P.63 Grit scratched my eyes, it crunched between my teeth. Sand chafed inside my clothes, against my skin. Dust crept inside my ears, up my nose, down my throat - personification
3. P.66 She smells like scorched meat - simile
4. P.75 he's stubborn as sod - simile
5. P.75 trees will break the wind - personification
6. P.79 Smoke choked everything in its path - simile
7. P.81 it blossomed at night, when the sun couldn't scorch it - personification
8. P.83 During the Great War we fed the world - personification
9. P.56 My dazzling ma, round and ripe and striped like a melon - simile
10. P.59 and hope rises daily, like sap in a stem - simile
p.13 The music springs straight out of me.
P.14 How supremely heaven playing piano can be.
p.31 lightning danced down on its spindly legs.
P.33 The wind snatched that snow right off the field.
P.32“It wasn't until the dust turned toward the house, like a fired locomotive.”
p.58 Thin as a fence rail.
p.63 Dust crept inside my ears, up my nose, down my throat.
P.59-And hope rises daily, like sap in a stem.
Page.68“It whirred like a thousand engines.”
p.73 empty but for a few withered stalks like the tufts on an old man's head
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